The Decadent Worker

CONTACT ALIEN INTELLIGENCE: REAWAKEN YOUR MASTURBATION GUILT!

“Keehner became disgusted by the picking-at-scabs aspect of TSS assessment work. Once the PAS had identified a target as having potential mental instabilities, staff members sometimes suggested ways to break him down, reasoning that by using a ratchetlike approach to put him under increased pressure, they might be able to break the lines that tied him to his country, if not his sanity. Keehner stated, ‘I was sent to deal with the most negative aspects of the human condition. It was planned destructiveness. First, you’d check to see if you could destroy a man’s marriage. If you could, then that would be enough to put a lot of stress on the individual, to break him down. Then you might start a minor rumor campaign against him. Harass him constantly. Bump his car in traffic. A lot of it is ridiculous, but it may have a cumulative effect.’ Agency case officers might also use this same sort of stress-producing campaign against a particularly effective enemy intelligence officer whom they knew they could never recruit but whom they hoped to neutralize.

“…’You pick the thing most fearful to him — the things which would cause him the most doubt,’ says the source. ‘If his greatest fear is that he can’t trust you to protect him and his family, you overload your pitch with your ability to do it. Other people need structure, so you tell them exactly what they will need to do. If you leave it open-ended, they’ll be scared you’ll ask them to do things they’re incapable of.’ (Footnote: This source reports that case officers usually used this sort of nonthreatening approach and switched to the roughter stuff if the target decided he did not want to spy for the CIA….)

“….The TSS staff assessors sent a report back to the field on the best way to deal with the new agent and the most effective means to exploit him.” — John Marks, The Search for the “Manchurian Candidate” (The New York Times Book Co., 1979), pp. 174-5

Early August of 1987: the 12th anniversary of a harassment campaign that has been going on against me since 12 days after I approached Public Safety Commissioner Reginald Eaves with information about my JFK assassination discussions with Brother-in-law. Every technique mentioned above has been used, among others, unrelentingly. Only I was not asked to join the CIA — even if retired CIA agent Tracy Barnes has been much involved. Instead, I was asked to follow the leadership of the Russian Communist Party. When that didn’t work I was asked to follow the leadership of the Chinese Communist Party.

As much isn’t necessarily an indication the Communists were behind it. Since my assassination testimony involved my personal prior knowledge of a plot to deliberately stir up a war in Asia — Vietnam, as it turned out — were I to join a Communist Party the truth of my allegations would be suspect. So it could easily have been the CIA and/or the Nazi Vril Society (and/or Jamaica’s Tryall Club, the Defense Industrial Security Command, the Trilateral Commission, John Birchers, Royal Arch Masons, etc., etc.) who instigated my non-stop persecution. Gerald Ford, who served on the Warren Commission, was President when it began.

Since I had in 1972 and 1973 been writing a column for San Francisco Ball, an adult bookstore sex tabloid, espousing Erotic Minority Liberation (liberation of all so-called perverts, following the cues of Black, Women’s and Gay Liberation), sexual harassment has been a principal means of psychological warfare employed against me.

For many years I have neglected to discuss this subject in full because: 1) my own sexual views are so radical and those of society in general so conservative and those of the intelligence community in particular so reactionary, that I cannot always decide what is persecution and what is, instead, simply values in conflict; 2) the very mention of sexuality is so threatening to many people that my detailed discussion of the subject is lost on them because their emotional blocks prevent any communication from occurring; 3) in order to make my experience comprehensible to others I will have to introduce so much tangential material that both the writing and the reading of a series of articles about sex and conspiracies will require unusual effort; 4) the attitudes about sexuality that prevail among intelligence agencies and secret societies are so hidebound and inhumane as to defy probability in the eyes of most outsiders; 5) so many of the other things that are happening in my life, in he context surrounding the sexual harassments, are so incredible to anyone unaware of the techno-cryptocracy that allusions thereto may seem like delusions, instead.

For example in 1976 I discovered I was being electronically surveilled by a very large number of people; adequate hints were given to convince me of that much — although this conspiracy, whicih was obviously illegal, was careful not to furnish me with any evidence that could be used to convince others of its existence. These people struck me very much as someone’s captive audience — who cried when I was suffering and laughed when funny things were happening in my life. That most of them may have already been there before I became interested in solving the JFK murder mystery, did not even occur to me. My conclusion was that a number of foreign intelligence agencies and secret societies had collided as a result of all becoming interested in my case at the same time — that upon investigating me and my allegations they became entangled with one another, with the material of my life as their only common point of reference. Now what could sound more like delusions of grandeur? People will read it and say, ‘The poor guy! He took his findings to the police and the Senate committee and was ignored. That was such a crushing blow to his ego that his unconscious mind constructed an elaborate delusional system to maintain his self-esteem — because he needs to think that he is an important person after all. So he imagines that all these conspiracies are paying all this clandestine attention to him.’

Before I discovered conspiracy politics that is what I would have said about anyone who came to me with such a story.

But it gets worse. I left Atlanta and went to California to get away from all hese busybody spies — with no luck. Nor was it just some minor conspiracy to freak me out. When something particularly sexually unconventional happened to me — as once when a little girl caught me masturbating and declared as much delightedly and loudly to everyone in the house — everyone, everywhere I went in town, for the rest of that day, with few exceptions, was blushing. They were read as beets. There is no faking something like that.

Eventually I made a request. I asked for make-believe privacy. I said, “Just be kind enough to treat me the way the Jews in the Warsaw Ghetto treated one another.” Never, ever ask a bunch of Nazis to emulate the example of Jews.

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